Warning: Peter Cottontail bites the dust in this post. If you’re vegetarian or otherwise sensitive don’t read any further.
The peas we planted 3 or 4 weeks ago along with potatoes and shallots are up.
And the cottontails, as always, know it.
So David did what he had to.
And I did, too.
(This was the inauguration of a new Gerber knife David bought me recently. Some girls get pretties, I get knives.)
One of my favorite foods is rabbit liver. While wild rabbits are considered safe to eat traditionally in months that contain an “r” – last year I cut one up at the stroke of midnight on April 30th – this mature female had a few white cystic spots on the liver indicating possible parasites, so we composted it (the liver).
The heart went with the good meat, the chickens got the guts. . .
And the dogs enjoyed the hide, the head and the leftover carcass after the edible meat was removed . . .
Nothing was wasted.
Stay tuned for: “Not A Recipe For Wild Rabbit.”